Chapter 770

Orion considered for a moment before picking up the mic. “That’s enough for now. Come out.”

The interrogator fixed his gaze on Mrs. Amelia and said, “Take some time to think things through. Otherwise, you might just run out of my patience.”

“Wait! I really don’t know anything!” Mrs. Amelia shouted after him.

As she watched the kidnapper leave, Mrs. Amelia’s anger almost boiled over. How dare these bottom-feeders talk to her like this? Absolute vermin! She longed for someone to find her as soon as possible—then she’d make sure these kidnappers paid dearly.

On the other side of the wall, Lemira watched Mrs. Amelia quietly, then said, “But Evelina’s father and the man we captured clearly aren’t the same person. They don’t even look alike.”

Mrs. Amelia’s statement did seem odd.

What was it that wasn’t matching up?

Orion turned to Lemira. “Maybe Hale had plastic surgery.”

“But if he did, what about the photo Debby got before? That’s unmistakably Evelina’s father’s face!”

“There are hyper-realistic silicone masks that can mimic someone’s features. If you’re not looking closely, you’d never notice,” Orion replied, furrowing his brow. “No wonder we couldn’t find him last night. If he’s already changed his face, he’d look completely different. That’s why we missed him.”

“Exactly!” Lemira’s eyes lit up in sudden realization.

Hale and his cousin had both been at the dealership, but the crucial difference was that Hale had altered his appearance, while his cousin hadn’t.

That was the detail they’d missed.

No wonder they couldn’t pin down Hale.

Lemira turned to Orion. “I knew something was off-no wonder Evelina’s father could give us the slip every single time. Turns out, this was why.”

They’d been headed in the wrong direction from the start.

Orion looked at Debby. “Have someone discreetly investigate all the mechanics at the dealership, especially those close to Hale’s cousin. I want a thorough background check on everyone connected.”

Now that they knew Hale had changed his appearance, even if he’d used fake ID, there were still ways to uncover the truth.

Lemira’s mood brightened; at least they’d found a new lead.

Noticing her smile, Orion finally felt a sense of relief. Ever since he’d seen her earlier, Lemira had looked anxious and dejected.

He asked gently, “Is there anything else you want to ask?”

“There’s probably not much more we can get from her… Wait! We should ask who else was in the car she arranged that year!” The thought seemed to strike Lemira all at once.

Now was the ideal moment to ask.

Orion pressed his lips together, an unreadable look passing over his eyes. He

couldn’t quite meet her gaze, clearly tense.

Some things, he knew, were simply unavoidable.

Lemira noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. If you want to ask, just tell him.” Orion glanced at the masked man standing nearby.

The man approached respectfully, standing beside Lemira. “Anything you want to ask-just let me know.”

“The question I mentioned earlier, and also—why didn’t Hale die back then? And who exactly was the Langston family’s driver who was killed?”

The man hesitated for a moment. “If

I ask too directly, it’ll blow my cover.

Since my role is as one of the original accomplices, I can’t act like I don’t know the details about the. accident.”

Lemira thought it over. “Then ask however you see fit.”

The masked man glanced at Orion-seeing no objection, he turned and headed back inside, taking a swig from a beer bottle as he walked. “Have you made up your

mind yet?”

Mrs. Amelia glared at the returning kidnapper. “I’ve already told you everything I know.”

“You know, it’s strange. There was someone else sitting in the back of that car you arranged. Who was it?”

Mrs. Amelia’s expression changed immediately. “There was nobody in the back— you must be mistaken.”